There were no doors in the bungalow; instead, there were curtains of strung bead and bamboo, always tinkling mysteriously. Don't be afraid, man,—off with it. ‘You’re speaking the truth. "It was some time before I could get him to move. "You heard me say it! It was inevitable. Women are made like the potter’s vessels —either for worship or contumely, and are withal fragile vessels. ” He paused with a sense of ineptitude. Heaven alone knows why.
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